The Secret Craft

Sartorial ideas
He kept in his mind
And his wondering eyes would tread
To a crimson shirt
A silken gown
Or a bonnet on some lady’s head

Then off he’d hurry
To his secret abode
To be where no body else could see
The things that he crafted
With beauty and style
An artist of the highest degree

Who would have thought
This brawny young man
Had secrets so hidden and deep
In his basement below
He’d sit there and sew
When everyone else was asleep